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I had left you with me in the company of my dear friend and saviour (I use the word adivisedly) Sarah, in the Wrotham Arms with a brilliant room awaiting me upstairs, I didn’t have to go out of the door. OK, I had to go out of the door for a smoke thanks to a former mis-Government of my country but you get the idea.
It was during one of these solitary smoking expeditions that the next minor miracle happened and I felt a sensation that had been lamentably lacking from my life for far too long, I actually felt a small pang of hunger.
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